A Song For the Immortals

Spirits that cry

Voices mixed with the darkness on the open outside

Graves and worms that tear flesh apart

Screams outside bring me the rumors of the end of all work

Just as it will do in the sad song of a poet

Stood outside, his sad face observes me, his action

The punishment that brings me the peace with tears were shed

I don't listen to the sing of the birds ans the Angel

in a sad gesture leaned his wings

Afraid of the down, I cry, and it is raised of sentencer post in the tribunal of holy office

This is the hour that crowds will walk under the light of whose name had already been pronounced in Heaven

I make a song for the immortals longing the conquer of eternety

Purified by the inquisitor fire, I'm washed by the flames

of the decide one contemplation

In my torments I glorify myself about my actions

Sentenced to death a big bonfire was lit for me

Martirized by the pope demency, the crowed of violence start with its followers ready

The tyrant manifests it self, I'll keep my duty, I'll follow as a sheep to be degolated

in a slaughterhouse I arrive to the place of my sorrow, praying all the time

They set the fire and I hand in my soul to the one I served in hope of an eternal reward

And on the highest grave I see a tree with his open wings

And once more, if was written: Rest in Peace